The <b>Son </b>of Red Fang
<b>Chapter </b><b>229 </b>
“I told youst night that I don’t handle lidocaine shots well. The burn is a reminder.”
<b>“</b>A reminder
what?” I ask as I start running my fingertips along his temple.
His eyes are closed as he moves his left arm blindly, not knowing what to do with it.
<b>“</b>Put your hand on my side<b>. </b>Grab hold of my shirt.”
“Please alpha.”
He barely speaks as he settles his hand against my side.
“You did wonderfully downstairsst night. Don’t psych yourself out of getting relief that you need.”
“This is different alpha. I swear to you. It’s a deep burn and I can’t handle anything on top of it.”
“Are you certain you don’t want to try?”
“Please alpha. All it’s going to do is trigger the memory of this and so much more. I barely held onst night. I can’t handle round two. Not all the way around my leg.”
I sigh but there’s something about what he’s saying that I ultimately understand.
“Ang, what can you do to get himfortable for the night without the shots<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“That’s the best thing I have, Demetri. I thought you came in to help him get through them.”
“I did but he knows the level of pain he’s already in. He knows how the local anesthetic feels.<b>” </b>
“Wimp.” Lucas scoffs.
I can feel his body jerk to the sounds of Ang putting everything she was going to use for the anesthesia back in the metal bin. As much as I wanted to address Lucas’sment I turn my attention back to Cole.
“I know you’re going to yelp if I touch you so I need you to stifle that. I don’t want you to wake Madilyn. I’m not going to hurt you. Squeeze my <b>shirt</b><b>.</b>”
I say everything quietly as I ce my hand on the back of his head. His body goes rigid at my touch, his breathing bes short pants as he holds his breath.
“What a fucking baby. Can’t even handle hearing the shit getting put away.”
“Lucas” I growl as Cole cowers into the bed.
“I’m sorry alpha. I’m sorry I’m weak. I can’t do this.”
He struggles against my hold, separating himself from me and simr to what he didst night, quickly brings his hand from his side to his face<b>. </b>The difference this time is I see his mouth open as he <b>tries </b>to dive for his hand.
Fortunately, I’m not the only one seeing this behavior resulting in three of us grabbing his arm and pinning him down. our sudden actions preventing him from what he <b>seeks</b><b>. </b>
nes hard, nearly yelping at
“What the hell, dad? He was getting ready to give us a nice little show. One that would send his ass back to where he came <b>from</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Our growls resonate through the small room. Even Lilly and Ang’s <b>growls </b>are deep and guttural causing Cole to yelp and fight our hold <b>on </b><b>him</b>.
“Lucas,” I growl, tired of the callousness I’m hearing from my own son. <b>“</b><b>At </b>this point you will remain silent or you will incur <b>the </b>original punishment <b>I </b>wanted to implement before your mom mentioned Cole’s request. You will remain in this room until I exin <b>what </b><b>your </b>options are for <b>the </b><b>behavior </b>you’ve
<b>1/2 </b>
disyed. Afterwards, Patrick will take you to your room. I don’t even want to hear your shoes <b>squeaking </b>when you shift your <b>weight </b>as if you need ban now <b>is </b>the time to request it. Do you understand my expectations?”
<b>My </b>voice <b>is </b>strained as Cole fights to get away from us. My aura is zing hot which is making him fight, almost violently, to get <b>away </b>from <b>me </b>
“Lucas, you are to respond to my question.”
<b>“</b>Yes, I understand.” He disrespectfully growls out.
As much as his response deserves to be addressed, I shut my aura down instead. At the moment, Cole is far more important. He’s struggling <b>against </b>on so badly that nearly everything is on the floor and I use that to my advantage.
Lilly and Ang back off just as I jump up. Cole rolls to his stomach not realizing I hadn’t left the bed. I straddle his waist as he rolls causing him to <b>yelp </b>even worse as my body closes in on him.
<b>Chapter </b><b>Comments </b>
61